You don’t know me personally, but I am an extreme introvert. Not antisocial, not stuck up, not shy. Introversion is defined as:
- The act of directing one’s interest inward or to things within the self.
- The state of being concerned primarily with one’s own thoughts and feelings rather than with the external environment.
I don’t know exactly what “fits me to a T” really means, but it does. I am just now, this late in life, learning to embrace my introversion, and not feel bad about it. I am what I am. I am the way I have been all of my life, and will continue to be until the day I die. The difference, is that I am learning that it’s okay, and not something to be concerned with in the least. A great book that has really helped me is “Introvert Power: Why Your Inner Life is Your Hidden Strength,” by Laurie A. Helgoe. Check it out. (And don’t be turned off by the cover, this is not just “chick lit.”)